Tonight, I've come close to taking my own life. Mentally im in the worst place. Far more so than I've been in recent times. I've decided I'm going to vent here, because you will not judge me. Im at a point in my life where I'm so unhappy, I can't even remember what happiness felt like. Ever since Hurricane Harvey, my life has only gone down hill. Losing everything I own, living in a hotel with 4 other people, not having a car anymore, then nearly losing my life in my accident. Following that, my girlfriend of two years... Of whom I was engaged to,  lost her job because of my accident. She moved to Kansas with some people I know. Being away from her was the hardest thing Id have to deal with. Skiping the boring detailed she ended up homeless in Kansas, 750 miles from me, and I couldnt do anything to help. I'm September last year, I took a trip up there. That would be the last time I've seen her. She had managed to get an apartment by this point, but shortly after, lost her job. She had enough. She enlisted in the marines. Upon doing so, she left me. I've been unstable since then. She was all I had left, and with her gone, I have nothing. Fast forward to today. Week 5 of her boot camp. After failed attempts to contact her via letters I was able to contact her recruiter. Her recruiter told me she is dating someone in Kansas now. With this final bit of information, I have been left wondering of my life. A motorcycle accident that wasn't my fault set forth a chain of events which ultimately led  to me losing the only friend, and only spouse Id ever wanted. She was truly the glue that kept me centered in reality. I can say, for the first time ever, I truly do not wish to live anymore. With no friends, no money, no life, no significant other, and no hobbies, I have no will to press forward. I've lost everything. Everything except a place to stay. Today I did think of taking my life. Today, I almost became a statistic. I can't promise it won't happen, but for this moment, I might be OK. I don't know how to move forward. I don't know where to go from here. I've held the world on my shoulders, and now I'm finally collapsing. I'm afraid that I'll lose my job if they catch wind of my mental health, and if that happened, I can say with 100% certainty, I'd end it that very day. It's hard to hide my feeling from everyone. Some people I work with have some clues already and I fear one day I'll have a break down. It feels good to vent. Even if I still feel bad. I don't know how much more I can handle. Anyways, sorry for taking anyone's time. I just need to speak.